1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You wouldn’t believe our injury list
Keepers buttered fingers
And tacticians ham fist
Tendons snap like dry twigs
More itchy scratchings than a sty full of pigs
Ankle twists, fractured wrists
Pulled muscles and strained groins
Skull damaged by missile coins
What we need is a tonic, a bit of a lift
We’re paying our money for being bored stiff



We’re back on the boos. It doesn’t exactly help when our manager says he nearly joined in and the players admit they deserve it. Still, it’s only a game…

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/excuses/